Favorite pet memory! - for fun.

[Sonflower]

Hey guys,



First time thread starter so go easy on me. I was not sure which forum to put this in. Since I spend more time interacting with people in the singles forum I decided here would do.

So, I had a dog of 10 years (Lady) pass away very recently. It got me thinking of some of my favorite memories of her. I thought it might be fun to post your favorite pet memories with or without a picture. I would love to hear all of your pet stories.

One of my favorite pet memories is probably when we took Lady to the dog park. This dog loved mud. It was very dry at this particular dog park, but Lady managed to find the ONE mud puddle in the entire park. It happened to be deep enough to allow her (a 70lb golden retriever mix) to roll around inside of it. She dug around in it and was covered from head to toe. My kids...honestly, they were the best part. They were laughing hysterically and God managed to keep me relaxed to have fun with it even though she was going to have to get in my car to get back home. I won't lie, I was weeping on the inside. My son is a swimmer so I happened to have a couple of towels in the car...thank goodness.

 

[WarriorForChrist]

Not really sure if I have a favorite pet memory. I think maybe when I picked up Loki from the breeder. I took my niece's with me and we drove a couple hours to get him home. He was a Black and white Siberian husky. He was outside a lot so he had a terrible smell and we had to keep the windows down the entire time.

 

[BruceWayne]

Probably when my toy poodle bolted outside the moment the door was opened and chased away a pit bull that was in my yard. She's a savage with no chill lol.

 

[Pipp]

That time I wore Mystery as a bracelet..... lol

 

[Depleted]

You didn't say whose pet, so I'm going to tell the story of my brother's caimon.

My brother collected reptiles and amphibians for pets. One of his pets was a caimon. (A relative to the gator and croc.) In the summertime, it had free reign of the turtle pen. (Which wasn't a good idea, since I had to chase it around once for 15 minutes with a broom, until it release the huge bullfrog in its mouth. The bullfrog was my brother's pet too, and it was smart enough to hop away when the caiman upchucked it. lol) In the winter, it lived in a six-foot-long galvanized tub in the basement with a chicken-wired top weighed down by two rocks and an aquarium light.

The basement -- also home to the washer and dryer.

We were in high school back then, but my brother got out early that day. Mom called the principal's office to ask if she could pick him up quickly. The caiman escaped and she had to get the laundry done, since she was doing all the bed sheets.

The receptionist laughed and said, "No one has ever used that one as an excuse, so I believe you."

The next year, Mom left Dad, took the station wagon, and rented a small U-Haul trailer. Three kids, and we each had exactly one suitcase each to pack a year's worth of clothes and everything we valued. The rest of the room was used to carry 200 box turtles, painted turtles, that caiman, the iguana, assorted salamanders, chameleons, skinks, garter snakes, black snakes, five rabbits, a beagle (yes, he was supposed to be a rabbit dog, but he wasn't good at scaring rabbits. Guess why. lol), and all the food -- alive and processed -- required to feed all those animals.

My brother built a new turtle pen over a small stream. And the following summer, Tropical Storm Agnes hit us. At the time, I was living on a mountain up a ridge. And then I was living in the same house, but it became an island. The storm flooded the rivers and streams so badly, it washed out two roads, including the road next to the turtle pen. All the critters, including the caiman washed away. Not killed. Washed away.

My brother scrambled to find his pets. (Linda, one of three female box turtles, had babies and became the first mother turtle to meet her own babies, so he was quite fond of his pets.) He did find about 25% of his turtles, including Linda, but the babies were too small to find. (And he could tell his turtles from any other turtles.) A week later, he found the caimon. It was sunning itself along the shore of a river a mile away from that pen.

 

[Depleted]

That time I wore Mystery as a bracelet..... lol View attachment 156334

Boa? ..............

 

[Pipp]

Ball python

 

[Sonflower]

Not really sure if I have a favorite pet memory. I think maybe when I picked up Loki from the breeder. I took my niece's with me and we drove a couple hours to get him home. He was a Black and white Siberian husky. He was outside a lot so he had a terrible smell and we had to keep the windows down the entire time.

The fact that he was named Loki...love.

 

[tanakh]

I once had a cat who had two fangs that stuck out like a Sabre Tooth Tiger. He had several small plastic balls with holes in them and learned to retrieve them when you threw them just as a Dog would. He would drop the ball at my feet and wait for me to throw it again!

 

[Lynx]

When I was small we had a blue heiler named Chip. Bless her heart, she had the patience of a saint. I would pull on her ears and bite her tail (because when I did she made such neat noises!) and she would just lie down and howl until mom came to rescue her.

I think Chip thought of me as a puppy. Mom told me to stay on the porch one time. I started down the steps to the yard and Chip growled at me. Kinda gave Mom a scare, but Chip knew what "stay" meant.

Yes, I have a feline nick and I was raised by a dog. What about it?

 

[seoulsearch]

Yes, I have a feline nick and I was raised by a dog. What about it?

Yes. This explains a lot... How do we identify a guy who identifies with a cat and was raised by a dog? Seems like high treason to me.

Even Tarzan didn't call himself something associated with cheetahs...

(Sonflower, great first thread. Keep 'em comin'! )

 

[Sonflower]

When I was small we had a blue heiler named Chip. Bless her heart, she had the patience of a saint. I would pull on her ears and bite her tail (because when I did she made such neat noises!) and she would just lie down and howl until mom came to rescue her.

I think Chip thought of me as a puppy. Mom told me to stay on the porch one time. I started down the steps to the yard and Chip growled at me. Kinda gave Mom a scare, but Chip knew what "stay" meant.

Yes, I have a feline nick and I was raised by a dog. What about it?

I love this story so much. It makes my heart happy.

 

[sassylady]

A dog we had got so excited when we came home he ran from room to room, under both the kitchen and dining room table, and end tables. My knitting was in such a position that his docked tail caught some yarn and he had yarn wound around every table and chair leg in every room before we got hold of him. It looked like a giant cat's cradle.

I had a horse that was a big tease. He was in his stall when one of the girls at the stable came in with her little brother. He had on a knit hat and was standing near the stall door with his back to my horse. My horse reached out and pushed the back of the hat so it fell over the boy's eyes. When the boy turned around the horse was standing with his eyes shut like he was dozing. He did it again after the boy turned around. Once again he looked like he was sleeping when the boy looked at him. The third time my horse snatched the hat off his head and held his head way up so nobody could reach it.

 

[wwjd_kilden]

Our cat had to be put to sleep about seven years ago. We didn't get a new one, but until then, we've always had one or two cats in the house.

The last one we had was the kind that would walk onto your lap the moment you sat down (or follow you around from room to room), and if he was indoors at night, he'd sleep at the foot end of my bed. Some memories include him trying to fit his head inside a box with a bit of sour cream left in it, and him trying to eat Tiger balm! (repeatedly)

His mother was the kind that would only most mercifully let you pet her if she felt like i. Except one time when I was sick, when she refused to leave my side.

Yet another cat would climb the curtains, and even the (fabric) wallpaper!

 

[Pipp]

I miss Lucy and Lilly being little :'(

 

[Fenner]

Our cat Funk will leave us presents. He's an indoor cat so he finds things in the house that he can carry in his mouth. We adopted Funk and his brother Jazz when they were 5 years old, we didn't know he did that.

We keep a lot of the kid's toys in the attic. Everyday we'd find stuffed animal's, one day he dragged down a baby doll probably by the hair. My Husband kept telling the kid's to put their stuff away when they're done. They denied bringing it down and I'd say, they weren't up there today. So we had no clue what or who was moving these toys. Until one day I saw Funk struggle down the steps with a piglet stuffed animal in his mouth.

He still leaves us gift's, hat's, gloves, the occasional shoe, it's very cute.

 

[Fenner]

. This is Funk my present kitty.

 

[wwjd_kilden]

Gråtass

* Grå = Grey , tass is an endearing term for someone very small or young, normally used about animals or young children

 

[Sonflower]

There was also the time Lady caught the live squirrel. She was so proud of herself and confused when I made her drop it. The squirrel ran off in a zig zag formation due to the dizziness she acquired by spinning furiously in my dogs mouth to get loose. I'm surprised that squirrel didn't die of heart failure. She brought my ALL kinds of interesting things. A live squirrel...a dead bird...other people's trash. I had enough of my own trash..apparently she thought I needed more.

 

[Miri]

I had a tank of tropical fish, one was a tiger Oscar. See example below. They
grow up to a foot long.

Anyway he (might have been a she) was called Ozzie, he/she use to watch the
TV. It's favourite programme was coronation street. Whenever that programme came
on it use to swim to the corner of the tank facing the TV, wiggle about a bit on the
gravel to make a dent in it, then settle down in the little hollow it had made and stare
at the TV!

Honest im not kidding, it use to crack me up it was so funny!

It use to recognise me as well if I got anywhere near the tank he/she would get very
excited and start wiggling its body and tail, then look upwards to see if I had
dropped any food pellets in the tank.

It looked like velvet but when I touched him/her it felt rock hard and scaly like lizard
skin almost.

Sometimes it's digging went a bit too far and it uncovered the tray at the bottom
so I would have to scoop all the gravel back, then it would swim to the back of the
tank and sulk and glare at me.